When Shall the Sun Steal Back Time- Part 2

It’s always better to move on and not forget Why forget when you’ve been around so long The future never shapes It’s just some hope for the waste which is the past I live in the moment and I’ve shown it what it means to be alive It’s a nose dive Another struggle that carries over into longs sighs Plan if you want but nothing is carved into stone Would you rather be in a group or walk alone When you’re under the weather do you cry solitarily to feel a bit better Does each tear shed carry away some hidden fear Do you watch in the darkness as it nears a new beginning Crashing and cracking on impact Although not intact it surely did grab your attention Are you looking to turn you name into something unmentioned Well fear is something that’s sneaking through the halls of the mind Seeking a crack in your pride Creaking over the loose floor boards Rerouting some most important chords Kicking in some haunting sealed doors And I’m left pacing empty floors Lacing my fingers atop my head My body glides into rocking as if some how led Eyes are fixed on the clocking of time How can we give such an irrational time some reason or rhyme Can’t help but wonder when the clock shall chime When will the sun reclaim the clocking of time Can we forget about the pinching of each nickel and dime I beckon, I welcome, I think that would be fine All my perceptions are met with deception Drawn out with serrated lines Unwind the razor wire Erect the fences a bit hire If you desire The sun will cast my shadow Giving some anatomy to my ghostly figure My words give birth to flippant thoughts I hope they don’t leave you distraught Simply I sought to make you see happiness Shall not be bought This is one of my daunting tasks And without reckoning it will be haunting me to the breaths of last